He watches her though the closed window. Her hair is pulled back her her usual curled light brown ponytail. Her light blue night gown trails down to her ankles, as she sits down on her bed. He can tell she misses the nursery. And her brothers, even though they're down the hall. He thinks she misses him too. She stares at a picture, lying down on her lap. A picture of him! His green hat, with his signature red feather. His red brown hair framing his cheeky smile. Of course, it's not a real picture, just a drawing she created of him.

The bedroom door opens, and he slides deeper into the dark. Nana, their dog pads into the room, and rests her muzzle on her gown. Nana looks at her with sad eyes, and whimpers.

"I know Nana, I miss him too," she gazes out towards the window, that still remains closed. She thinks, about who knows what, and then quickly stands up. She rushes towards the window, and opens it up. She stretches the two sides outwards, and stares out at the earth. He knows what she's looking for. She's looking for his shadow.

He's interrupted by a little bell in his ear. He turns, and notices the bright little pixie, waving to her, and trying to be heard. Soundlessly, he moves his index finger to his mouth, telling her quietly to shh. The little pixie crosses her arms, and turns her back to him. He knows that she's missed her too. Even though she did once try to shoot her out of the sky, with the help of the lost boys of course.

She sighs, and walks away from the window, leaving it wide open. She reaches her bed, just as her mother comes in.

"Wendy, darling, it's time for bed," she moves towards her daughter, and Wendy climbs under the covers.

"Mother, I miss the nursery," she replies, as her mother brings te covers up to Wendy's shoulders.

"I know darling, but you're too old for the nursery now. And your room is very big now, without having to share it with your brothers."

"But I don't want to grow up."

"I know darling, but everyone must grow up eventually," she turns out tand bedside lamp, and kisses Wendy on the forehead. She moves quietly towards the window, closes it, and moves towards the door. She then proceeds to turn the light off, "Goodnight Wendy."

The door closes, and on her side, Wendy stares out towards one closed window. Just as her eyes begin to close, a moving body of lighta moving across the window snaps her eyes back open. In all the shock, Wendy is only able to utter one word, "Tinkerbell?"

She jumps out of her bed, and scurries over to the window. She reopens the window, and out of the dark, comes the little pixie. Just as Wendy remembers, Tinkerbell is wearing a strapless green dress, and her blond hair is pulled up in a cute little bun. Her green shoes have little pluffs of white, and she's staring up at Wendy in awe. "Tinkerbell."

Tinkerbell nods her head, and flies over to Wendy. She lands in her palm, and smiles up at her. She hops off her hand, and floats around her head. Pixie dust drips from her dainty finger tips, and shatters over Wendy's head. Wendy's feet lift up of the ground, and she bonks her head on the ceiling. "Tink, be careful," she whispers through a smile, "Are you here alone?"

Just as she asks, she sees the tip off a familiar red feather, slide under the window. Before even thinking, her lips move in a whisper, "Peter?"